The author is a Romanian poet... We try to translated it in a proper decent way, I just hope we will... The reason I try is that that poem made me choose my nick (the poem has Romanian title VesperalŃ, translated verbatim of the evening ). Till now, with pnv and Chancellor help we have:

Vesperal woman

The woman who spoke to me last nightof immovable constellationsand falling starshad a long languorous face, as green as a peardark yellow eyes as the depths of the seas

The woman who spoke to me last nightof little things, with no importancehad in her voice the warmth of the summer sunher thoughts were of a deed of alliance

The woman who spoke to me last nighthad lovely but bizarre ideasShe was saying that the lonely poplars are cursing wordsand all the shining stars you see upon bookswill one day tumble to earth

The woman who spoke to me last nightthe one that shall always speak to meshe was a Mother onceyet still remains a Virginand even nowadays her Son has no Father

I will say thank you for any help to translated it in a better version or other languages.

No, my friend.Is an old poem, the author, Ion Minulescu, a Romanian poet, lived between 1881-1944

I just love this poem, and took as nick for me the title of the poem, even if it is an adjective For me this seems o good description of myself, I found myself in it as in a mirror a shadow... vesperalŃ=of the evening...